There But For: A Triptych by Nuala O’Connor
I rub in the hand cream, slide it over giraffey age spots, sniff the petal scent. Marcus watches this ritual with unbridled irritation.
Nuala O’Connor
Birdie by Nuala O’Connor
For a heavy woman, I have oddly slender and agile fingers. These help when I pick out Chopin’s mazurkas.
